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Pieces

Pieces.
That's all I remember
From my past.
I remember...light and wings.
The raven that flew
In front of the sun;
The light all around me
As someone next to me cried.
I tried to see but I can't
Will I ever remember
The reason for being here?
Everyone has a reason...
Don't they?




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